Date: Mon, 6 May 2013 17:45:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Christian Debus Subject: Chapter 11 "Duped" Gay Male / Authoritarian Duped Chapter 11 "The Test Runs" This is a story of erotic fiction meant for mature readers over the age of eighteen years Written by Jean-Christophe (Chris): May, 2013 Read all my stories at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Jean-Christophe_Stories "The characters and ideas in this story belong in the writer's imagination and shouldn't be copied or used without his permission. Please respect the integrity of the story and don't do any rewrites, make alterations or add other artists' pictures." Special note: I'm sure we'd all agree that Nifty.org provides an in valuable service to both writers and readers. But, inevitably, there are some costs involved in operating the group and if you'd like to assist financially, please consider making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate html Chapter 11: Ahmedu and Abdel waste no time in ordering us to undress them. There is a ritual to follow in undressing a master that Anwar had taught me yesterday when I'd removed his clothing. I very carefully remove Ahmedu's jacket and drape it neatly over a hand-carved timber gentleman's valet provided especially for these occasions. Then I remove his tie and respectfully unbutton his shirt from the collar down to his waist-band of his trousers. I gently ease the shirt from his shoulders down over his upper body until he stands semi- naked before me. I am overwhelmed by the sight of his masculine beauty and my cock responds in the only way it knows. As I feel the hot rush of blood being pumped into my hard erection my cock throbs with urgent intensity. Momentarily, I hesitate; I am spellbound by the sheer animal magnetism of this magnificent man who could be my Master within two days. As I gaze entranced at the hard slabs of chest muscle and his ridged abdominals, Ahmedu grows impatient with me and reaches out to slap my face. "Keep your mind on your task, slave! Stop daydreaming!" Very much chastened, I answer contritely. "I'm sorry, Master! Please forgive me?" I place the shirt and tie on the valet stand and then kneel before him to remove his shoes and socks. I unfasten the belt-buckle and unzip the fly of his trousers and focusing all my attention on him, I slowly ease the trousers down each leg and lift his feet free of them. Ahmedu stand before me in just a pair of immaculate white briefs that do nothing to conceal his more than generous genitalia. Curiosity gets the better of me and I glance sideways to see what stage Finbar is at with his disrobing of Abdel. Obviously, he'd been quicker than me - either that or Abdel had been more impatient than his father - but the teenager is standing proudly naked with his head thrown back and moaning appreciatively as Finbar's mouth pistons up and down on his cock. I look at the naked form of Abdel and marvel at his youthful perfection; barely eighteen, he has the physique of a young Adonis. Broad of shoulder and barrel chested, his burgeoning muscles ripple and flex beneath his lustrous, plum-black skin with each powerful thrust of his hips. As he interacts with Finbar, he turns his head towards me and sees me watching. Cheekily, he flashes a smile at me that expose his even, white teeth. No words are spoken and yet I see in that smile the promise that soon I will be kneeling before him servicing his cock with my own mouth. A shiver of anticipation runs through me. But my distraction with Abdel annoys his father and he gently boxes my ears and tells me to refocus my attention on him. He orders me to continue. "Continue, Matthew!" At Ahmedu's instruction to continue, I ease him out of his undergarment. As I do so his cock springs free and his balls hang low. For the first time I see my potential Master's cock. Nature - or the gods - have been overly generous to Ahmedu Hadi and have equipped him most prodigiously. In fact, his cock is the biggest I have ever seen; certainly its length is the longest and its girth the thickest that I have encountered and it complements his two large balls which hang suspended like two, ripened, purple plums between his muscular thighs. My face is just inches from Ahmedu's groin and I can smell his heady masculinity. I am sorely tempted to take the initiative but I am unsure of what this Master expects of me. As the seconds tick away, I wait for his instruction and my nervousness grows. What must I do? I remember back to yesterday when I'd knelt naked in front of my Master Anwar and think on what he'd expected of me. Shyly, I lean forward and kiss the head of the African's cock. Through my lips, I feel his slight tremor and the stiffening of his body. Is it my imagination or do I hear his soft moan of pleasure? Emboldened, I nuzzle my face into his groin and my tongue searches for his balls. At the touch of my tongue, his body is convulsed by his trembling and his soft moaning grows even louder. Suddenly, my cock springs to life and my erection throbs with impatient intensity. As I burrow my face into his groin; I breathe in Ahmedu's manly scent and I take one of his balls into my mouth. Ever so gently, I alternately suckle each ball and this raises him to new level of pleasure. He arches his back and cries out. "YES!!!! YES!!" This encourages me to continue and now I use the tip of my tongue to tease the underside of his cock with feather-touch gentleness. I am rewarded; Master grabs hold of my head and directs my mouth down over his glans. I am lifting him to new heights of ecstasy. Today, my emotions confuse me. I should hate this man who seeks to own me and probably his future treatment of me will warrant that I should. And being new to my slavery, I also fear him. Quite obviously, he feels nothing for me and he must view me with a Master's contempt for his slave. Perhaps it's a measure of how slave-like I have really become, but tonight as I kneel before Ahmedu Hadi and pleasure him, I have feelings that are almost akin to a growing affection for him. Is this the type of affection that a pleasure slave develops for his Master? The room's silence is only disturbed by the sounds of our sex; the slicking of Finbar's and my rounded lips as they piston up and down our respective Master's hard erections and the urgent moans of the father's and son's mounting passion. Ahmedu holds my head firmly between his hand and forces me to take more of him into the warm, moist embrace of my mouth and I am happy to do so. To steady myself, I reach behind him and take hold of a firm, rounded buttock in each hand. How good he feels to the touch! The feel of this Master's muscular ass awakens within me my own lust filled yearnings. I no longer think as a free man; rather my feelings are those of a whore slave. My hands trace out the curvaceous contours of Ahmedu's ass and emboldened by his shuddering response, I use a finger to probe into the deep, warm recess of his ass-crack. Then I hesitate; have I overstepped the boundaries in doing this? I forget myself for I am thinking and acting like a free man who takes the lead rather than the passive slave that must submit. As a slave, I must now learn to allow my new Master - whoever he might be - to use my body as he sees fit. I pause in my exploration and wait for him to admonish me. He remains silent and emboldened by this; I use my finger to excite the sensitive opening to his body. I feel the delicious contractions as Ahmedu's cock fires off two or three warning shots and I taste his sweet essence in my mouth. My own cock is as hard as I can ever remember it being and throbs with impatient desire. I look beyond him to the rutting divan and I know that soon he'll order me to lie upon it as he claims me as his slave. Suddenly, I want this with all my heart. How I long to surrender to Ahmedu and to give him what is rightfully his. My life-long slave yearnings have brought me to this point. Initially, Anwar's betrayal of me was a journey not of my choosing and I was reluctant to take it. Now it is a journey of self- discovery and one which I am eager to take. Now I sense I am discovering new things about myself. Could it be that I am finding my "true" inner self? It's now evident that I am a slave not just in body but also in mind? I truly do possess a slave's nature? Today, I'm finding that joy can be found in submitting to a stronger, more dominant person. I want to submit to Ahmedu and ultimately to his son. I am overwhelmed by new sensations, new urges and new desires. I want to belong to this man and desperately I need him to fuck me! I need to feel his cock buried deep within me thrusting with all the power that his mighty hips can muster. I want to feel the delicious contractions of his cock as it mercilessly ploughs my ass. Suddenly Ahmedu pushes my head away from him leaving my mouth feeling strangely empty. He stoops and places a hand beneath my chin and uptilts my face so that we look into each other's face. He smiles down at me and very gently - or could it be tenderly - he strokes my cheeks. Shyly, I smile back at him. He tells me to stand and I quickly scramble to my feet. He runs his hands down over my chest pausing to playfully tweak my nipples before sliding down over my belly to my cock. He takes it into his fisted hand and uses his thumb to tease and excite my piss-slit and in doing so, he reduces me to a quivering, mass of overstimulated nerve endings. Huskily, I hear my voice pleading with him. "Master? Oh, Master?" He takes me into his arms and kisses me. His tongue forces itself into my mouth. As our tongues entwine I see this as a foretaste of what must now follow. I plead with him for I am ready! "Master, fuck me! Please Master, fuck me?" He leads me to the waiting divan at the same time as Abdel leads Finbar to the second couch. Both Masters - father and son - instruct us to lie on them. They have prepared us and raised us to such heightened states of expectancy that we are now ready to surrender to them and offer them our willing and cock-hungry asses. I am overcome with the desire to pleasure this man who could soon be my Master and I respond to the feel and warmth of his hard body pressing against own. Impulsively, I reach out and take Ahmedu's cock in my hand; it is rampantly erect and looking for relief. At the touch of my hand, Ahmedu's body stiffens and an anticipatory shudder convulses his frame. I feel his hard erection probing my anus. The wiry coarseness of his thick pubes rasps against my own smooth, hairless ass and sends little shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body. I am overwhelmed with the desire to please the African and I give myself over completely to ensuring that he receives the maximum pleasure from my body. Anyway, I am eager to have his cock enter into me and there's nothing I desire more than to have this master fuck me. And as I look into Ahmedu's eyes, I am rewarded; I see his rising lust. Suddenly, Ahmedu orders me to. "On your back slave, lift your legs and spread them wide." Eagerly, I comply and I feel the head of his cock poking at my puckering hole; reaching out, I take the cock into my hands eagerly guide it into my willing body. As I relax, I feel Ahmedu slowly drive into me. The African takes his time; he inserts his cock, inch by slow inch, into my impatient, hungry ass. He allows for the "tight newness" of my ass and for the prodigiousness of his manly member by pausing before each new thrust; thus allowing time for my hole to adjust itself to the girth of his cock. Soon I experience a wondrous sense of fullness and I sigh contentedly. How I love the feel of his long, thick, hard cock stuffing my rectum. I wish to reward him and I begin to work the internal muscles of my sphincter trying to draw the invading prick further into my body. Slowly, deliberately, I work these muscles to squeeze Ahmedu's cock; I am more eager to milk him of his manly essence. He responds by thrusting more urgently in and out of my hard-pressed asshole. As his thrusting quickens, I am wrapped in the pleasure of our master/slave sex. For the moment, I exist in the world of my lust oblivious to all around me. Emboldened, I reach up and wrap my arms around Ahmedu's shoulders drawing his head down; our lips meet, our tongues entwine and our bodies make contact. As our bodies touch, we both begin to moan vocalizing our delight with one another; I revel in the warm, satin like touch of the African master's flawless skin. As my cock rubs against his lower abdomen, it is excited by the friction and I feel tiny spurts of warm pre-cum ejaculating to lie stickily on my belly. Our bodies glisten with our sex sweat which only adds to the intoxicating atmosphere of the room. The air is heavy with the scent of our lovemaking and this is added to by the sounds and smells of Abdel's and Finbar's sex on the adjacent divan. The room's silence is broken by the soft moans of our ecstasy, the slurping of the two Master's cocks as the work our straining assholes and the loud "slap, slap" of their balls hitting our bodies Ahmedu quickens his pace and begins to thrust even faster and harder into me. As he humps me, I try to help by raising and lowering my buttocks synchronizing them to the animal intensity thrusting of his cock. Ahmedu continues to work my eager hole; as he makes contact with my straining body, I feel his legs tremble and his knees shake. With each powerful thrust of his hips, I feel the rapid clenching and unclenching of his buttocks as his asshole quivers uncontrollably. And I sense that his balls are about to explode in a cataclysmic eruption. There is great satisfaction in knowing this is the effect that I have on him and I know that he is close to climax. For my part, I can't believe the sensations sweeping over me. As Ahmedu's cock continues to pound mercilessly into me, every single nerve in my body is sending a message of pleasure to my brain; the cock's constant, hard pounding against my prostate has me shouting out. I'm also approaching my climax. Suddenly, I hear Abdel and Finbar roar out their common ecstasy as they climax together. Then, Ahmedu erupts into a violent ejaculation; pumping his Master's seed deep within me. For what seems an eternity he continues to come into my slave's body; as he does so, I spurt my slave's ejaculate up over my chest and into the concave of my belly. Now, weak from our exertions, Ahmedu falls forward and lies on my sweaty, cum soaked chest. We are breathing hard and I feel the heightened beating of his heart. I luxuriate in the warmth and feel of the African's hard, muscular body resting on my own and as our nipples touch, I experience delicious little jolts of electricity- like pleasure. I am oblivious to time and I'm content to just rest beneath the weight of his magnificent body pressing down on my own. Gradually, our breathing slows down and our pounding heartbeats return to normal. Ahmedu had waited as his cock shrunk within me before withdrawing it from my hole and leaving me feeling strangely empty. Today, this powerful man has used me as his pleasure slave and I hope with every fibre of my being that I have left him satisfied. He has shown me my future destiny as a slave and he has fulfilled all my wildest slave fantasies. There is no longer any doubt in my mind that I was born to be a slave destined to serve a powerful Master. I now hope that my Master will be Ahmedu Hadi. As his cock slips out of my ass, I humbly ask for permission to clean him before Finbar and I are returned to our slave pen. The Master graciously consents to his slave's request. To be continued............